Johnsheen: How I wish I was a Painter with buckets full of colours and varieties of brushes.... Some strokes full of life Some with out... Some meaningless lines in between merely to fill a gap... Self Portrait with self in rain... Stones hurdling at every silence... Crowd away in harsh laughter...! Talents snubbed Creativity killed Droplets were of dew Snatched away in strokes... How I wish I were a painter to tell a million words in mere strokes... To give the canvas a heart beat... And to call it my own...! |
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